My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 811 - 506: Never Returning (Double-Length)

Who is it?

Knock, knock, knock.

Who could it be at such a late hour?

Qi Wu'er hurriedly lifted his head and glanced outside. It was too dark to see any outlines.

His deceased wife, Qi Zhao, also shrank closer to the coffin, ready to leap back into the lid at any moment.

Knock, knock, knock...

The knocking continued.

Outside, there was a faint sound of the night watchman's drum mixed with the wind. Half past midnight, the entire county town should be dreaming away...

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock!

The sound of knuckles rapping on the wooden door suddenly became urgent, like a frenzied wooden fish drum beating in the dead of night.

Cold sweat appeared on Qi Wu'er's forehead. He dared not move, fearing something might leap out from behind the door.

Something nudged him from behind.

Turning around in the dim candlelight, he saw the pale face of his deceased wife, her murky eyes staring straight at him.

For a moment, Qi Wu'er's blood froze.

"Go on, even if it is, could it really be a ghost?"

His deceased wife's voice echoed in his ears, and Qi Wu'er steadied his nerves.

Even if it is, could it really be a ghost?

He swallowed hard to muster courage, got up, and opened the door, only to find two Taoists standing there, smiling.

As soon as the door opened, his deceased wife, Qi Zhao, leaped up like a frightened wildcat, trying to transform into a black mist and escape the house.

"...Restr...restrain!"

At a trembling command from the young female Taoist, Qi Zhao plummeted back onto the coffin as if shackled by a thousand-pound chain.

Qi Wu'er widened his eyes, realizing it was these two Taoists his deceased wife had encountered. Instinctively, he moved back, thinking of reaching for the hatchet to protect the coffin.

"Hold on."

The older Taoist spoke, leisurely stepping over the threshold and said:

"We mean no harm."

...…

Yin Tingxue timidly looked inside the house, seeing a ghastly, pale-faced woman in red, sitting with clouded eyes on the coffin lid.

She had been terrified of ghosts since childhood.

Seeing one physically...no, supernaturally sitting there, how could it not be frightening?

Unintentionally, Yin Tingxue moved closer to Chen Yi, gripping his broad hand tighter.

Chen Yi noticed and, teasingly, let go of her hand on purpose.

Yin Tingxue quickly grabbed his hand again, and he let go once more.

After two times, Yin Tingxue grasped his arm with both hands and whispered:

"Please don't let go..."

Only then did Chen Yi not let go, turning to look at the couple.

Qi Wu'er felt a jolt in his heart. The Taoist's skill was terrifyingly profound, even a fierce ghost like his wife couldn't oppose him. With a guilty conscience, Qi Wu'er dared not speak first.

Instead, Qi Zhao was the first to courteously bow and say, "This young woman first thanks the Taoist for your kindness in sparing my life."

Chen Yi nodded slightly.

Qi Zhao bowed again and said, "Thanks again, Taoist, for your help."

Such words couldn't be ignored.

Chen Yi found it amusing but thought, with his remarkable cultivation, why fuss over a ghost?

"I thought it was a fierce ghost, but it turns out to be a ghost who died of illness, unable to find rest. It's a pity I set up the altar and depleted much energy." Chen Yi spoke while pulling up a chair to sit down.

Yin Tingxue glanced at Chen Yi. Sure, there's a ghost who died of illness here, but her husband is a mischievous spirit too.

Leaned forward, Qi Wu'er trembled as he spoke: "What, what can be done? Taoist, name your price, and we'll compensate you....."

"I'll connect you with High Official and talk about it," Chen Yi paused, then waved his hand, "As for payment, there's no need. When you're in the underworld, kindly remember my merit and spread a little fame for me."

Qi Wu'er and Qi Zhao exchanged a glance, bewildered that someone would care for a reputation in the Underworld.

Chen Yi opened his hand, revealing an ethereal official badge:

"I forgot to mention, I am the City God of Wa City, a living Yin Official."

.....

Today, in the Gao Mansion, it was rare not to have incense burning.

The table overloaded with Gods and Buddhas had cooled down, and the air between the buildings became much clearer. Only then did Yin Tingxue realize how expansive the courtyard was, about a third of the size of Xiangwang Mansion.

Upon returning to the Gao Mansion, Chen Yi first lamented the difficulty of exorcising ghosts, this ghost carried a deep grievance, making it extremely challenging to deal with. If confronted head-on, he feared the entire Gao Mansion might be razed. Fortunately, he skillfully negotiated with the female ghost.

Old Master Gao, having been ill for a long time, finally saw a glimmer of hope and was naturally willing to agree to any terms.

He didn't recite "Amitabha Buddha," but repeated several times: "Blessings of Infinite Heavenly Venerable, Blessings of Infinite Heavenly Venerable, the Taoist's benevolence is boundless..."

"Even if I am boundlessly benevolent, what does that have to do with you?" Chen Yi asked with a smile.

Old Master Gao hesitated, unsure how to respond.

"Seeing Old Master Gao so generous, I'll say another word. Don't judge the merits of other Gods and Buddhas. Stand up, take a few steps, see how long your shadow is, weigh your own merits. Even if someone elsewhere has boundless merit, it doesn't concern you."

Old Master Gao sighed and nodded heavily: "The Taoist is right."

Chen Yi stepped back, letting the path clear: "Now, talk to her yourself."

A black mist rushed forward, Old Master Gao's heart leapt to his throat, but the mist slowly calmed, revealing a woman's face from within.

"So, it was you...I thought..."

"Old Master Gao, I've appeared in your dreams many times. You only recognize me now?"

"I...I thought it was a ghost pretending..." Old Master Gao began to sweat.